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I once had a boyfriend who was horrified by my father. I mean, horrified. I can’t say that his fear was unwarranted–my father was just awful to this guy and totally intimidating. I was 23. In hindsight, this particular boyfriend wasn’t all that terrible, but he wasn’t for me. However, my father felt some primal need to protect me (and my two sisters) from harm, perceived or otherwise.

This boyfriend, however, would not be deterred. In order to deal with his fear, he created a mixtape. This mixtape was *specifically* designed to be listened to on the way to my house to pick me up. It was his “psych up” music to face my father.

Every time I hear the song “Machinehead,” (first song on the mixtape) I think of this person and thank god that my father was one crazy son of a bitch.